Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  When I reached the chair I sat down and with no further ado pulled Erin roughly across my lap. Now she had found her tongue and was really fighting to get away. For the most part I just ignored her insults and struggles as I juggled her into position, but after a particularly cutting remark about my manhood I stopped and leaned down to say quietly in her ear, "If you know whats good for you you'll shut that trouble causing mouth of your before you dig yourself another hole you can't get out of."

  As I stopped shifting her around and she felt that it was about to start, she switched tactics, apologizing for her rude behavior and promising to do everything I told her. 'Oh yes you will' I thought to myself as I started. As I raised my hand for the first time she reached back to try to cover up, allowing me to grab her wrist and get it firmly pinned against the small of her back. Smiling in satisfaction, I began with a hard sJoeyk to the right cheek, eliciting a yelp and a jump followed by more begging. As the blows started to come down hard and steady the majority of what came out of her mouth was replaced with yips and yelps, squeals and moans. When the begging had stopped entirely I halted for a moment and rubbed her backside through her sun dress, feeling her warmth beneath rising in waves. When I stopped I felt her heave a sigh of relief followed by a few sniffles.

  My anger had died away rather quickly, replaced by a need to adjust this young ladies attitude, so I started to scold her. "Erin were you spanked as a child?"

  I don't know if she was shocked that I had asked her a question or just reluctant to answer, but after a few moments of silence I gave her five good sJoeyk alternating cheeks. "Ouch ouch ouch! No! sniff I wasn't spanked as a child."

  "Do you feel like you're being unjustly punished?"

  "Excuse me?" she asked as if it was the most absurd thing she had ever heard.

  "Don't make me repeat myself."

  "I'm being SPANKED! This whole thing is ridiculous!"

  I gave her a hard sJoeyk on her sit spot. "That's not what I asked young lady."

  "OW! Of course this is unjust. What did I ever do to you?"

  "How about we go down the list? For starters you were beyond rude to me, even as I agreed to help you. You questioned my sexuality. You've been swearing up a storm the whole time you've been here, which is very disrespectful. And did I mention you slapped me? That's kind of a big one."

  "So what if I was a little rude, I don't deserve this!"

  "Oh, so you think you can just be rude to people you want help from and get away with it? I'm afraid not. This is a hard earned lesson, and we're not even close to done yet."

  "Oh, I'm glad you can take the time out of your busy day to teach me such a good lesson, now go choke on it!"

  "Geeze, you just don't know when to stop do you?" I asked her.

  "Well even if I don't at least you do. Now if you'll just let me up I'll be on my way and I won't even tell the cops or anything."

  "I'm sorry, did you think I stopped because I was done? Oh, no. I'm afraid I stopped because this pesky little dress keeps getting in my way. Now, as I see it, you slapped my bare cheek, so now I'm going to slap your bare cheeks. It's only fair, wouldn't you say?"

  "WHAT?" Erin started struggling again, trying to get away and failing miserably. "You have no right! I'll sue you, I'll have you arrested, I'll"

  "You," I interrupted her, "will sit still as I lift you dress so I can spank your naughty little bare bottom!"

  Her renewed struggles went on as I continued, "See what I mean about that whole consent thing? If it were the other way around I could just walk away, but you have to sit here and take your punishment like the naughty young lady you are." Still holding her in place easily, I reached my hand down and grabbed the bottom of her dress, then slowly raised it up. Her struggles reached new heights the farther her dress came.

  I was mesmerized by the sight of her milky smooth thighs coming into view. My eyes traveled every inch of skin, taking it all in and cataloging every detail. Ever so slowly the dress came up and soon it was raised as far as it would go, revealing a round, perfect, already bare, very red, bottom. "What's this?" I asked her casually, running a finger across her bare backside, "No panties? I'm disappointed! Proper young ladies always wear their panties."

  Incensed, her verbal attack resumed, making me sigh good naturedly. Before I continued I listened to her for a moment, letting the words flow over me as I lightly ran my fingertips aimlessly over her warm bottom, causing her to shudder every once in a while. After a moment of this I resumed spanking her, my hand sJoeyking down hard, slowly, and inexorably. With her dress out of the way I could really appreciate the way in which her ass started to blush. I amused myself by idly wondering if that was more due to the embarrassment of being nearly naked in front of someone who was essentially a stranger, or being spanked, and chuckled at the obvious answer.

  "Well I'm glad your enjoying yourself now," spat Erin between yelps, "I wonder if you'll be in this good a mood with handcuffs on while your being taken to jail for assult."

  I laughed again, "Well, I am a pretty big fan of handcuffs. I just prefer them in the bedroom."

  I continued to rain down spank after hard spank on her bare ass, causing it to turn from pale white, to slightly pink, then rosy pink. As it reached this color I stopped and rubbed some of the sting from her bottom, the entire time stoicly ignoring the solid stream of profanaties flowing from Erin's mouth.

  I did this for a while, and eventually I realized that Erin had fallen silent. Curious, I lifted my fingertips from her skin and, almost as if drawn by a magnet, her ass raised into the air, searching for the meandering caress of my touch. Surprised and amused by the turn of events, I let my hand drop back down, and alternated squeezing her cheeks in my hand, kneading and stroking, making her sigh and moan.

  "God! What are you doing to me?" she asked between gasps and moans.

  I let my hand wander down between her legs and slowly drew my fingertips over her now wet slit, coating the tips of my fingers in her love juices and making her arch her back and stop her breath entirely. Then, ever so slowly, I pushed my index finger inside of her. The second she felt my finger enter her burning hole, her entire body went rigid, and as it went deeper she arched her back like a cat and let out a long low moan. With my finger still buried deep inside of her I leaned down and spoke in a low voice. "It seems to me you enjoy being spanked Erin."

  I withdrew my finger, then rubbed her entrance for a moment, making her gasp. Then, for reasons even I don't quite understand, I grabbed her shoulder and helped her to her feet. She stood there in a daze, confused, so I guided her in front of me and had her straddle me and sit with her arms around my neck. We were face to face and this close I could really smell her. Even covered with sweat from exertion she smelled wonderful, filling my nose like alcohol, going directly to my brain and making me lightheaded.

  Erins eyes were unfocused for a moment, then they slowly became less dazed until I was looking at the Erin I had seen earlier, if a tad more humble. "You know," she said, sounding completely reasonable, "I should hate you for spanking me. I should call the cops and sue you and then cut you where it matters and make you useless to a woman."

  "But you aren't going to?" I asked, smiling teasingly.

  She didn't even answer me, she just used the leverage of her arms around my neck to pull me to her. As our lips met my world exploded. Our tongues danced and suddenly I was on my feet with her legs wrapped around my waist as I walked to the couch and collapsed down on top of her. My hands had a mind of their own, they must have had their own because, just like her dress, mine was gone. My fingers found the snap to her bra and in an instant it was off, revealing her perfect breasts to me for the first time.

  But if my hands were slightly magical, her hands were Houdini. In less time than I could have done myself, I was down to nothing but boxers. Separating myself from her for a second I caught my breath and asked, "Wait. When did you get my pants? I don't even remember my belt coming off." Erin just grinned and r
eached up, taking my head between her hands and brought me back down to her.

  'Good answer' I thought as I melted into her embrace. My hands traveled over every curve of her body, exploring the perfect landscape of her smooth skin. Remembering something, I pushed her away once again, "Don't think your punishment is over young lady. This is just... a detour."

  Smiling deviously she reached up and grabbed my hair, yanking my head to one side as she bit my shoulder lightly. Moving her mouth to my ear she whispered, "If I'm bad do you promise to spank me harder next time? You kind of hit like a girl."

  Pretending to rise to the bait, I pushed her back onto the couch, grabbed both her hands and forced them over her head. Switching my hands around so I could hold both her wrists in one fist I got into a position where I was raised above her, "Take it back," I said with an evil smile of my own.

  "Take what back?" She asked innocently, "That you hit like a girl, or that you dress like a gay stylist?"

  I reached down with my other and and gave her a light slap on the cheek, barely enough to make a sound. "Take it back."

  "Hey, you can't do that! That's not fair!" she exclaimed.

  "I think we've already established that there are very few things that I can't do. Don't you think?"

  Blowing a lock of hair out of her face she put on a pouty face and turned away from me. "Jerk," she muttered.

  Reaching down with my free hand I gripped her right nipple and pinched it lightly, then ever so slowly began to rotate it. "Excuse me?" I watch her eyes go glassy then close. She turned back to face me and opened her eyes.

  "Harder." she whispered, just barely loud enough to hear. Happy to oblige, I gripped a little tighter and twisted farther. Erin closed her eyes again and her face distorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Using her nipple as leverage, I moved her upper body as far as it would go with me holding her down. When I suddenly let go her entire body slumped back into the couch.

  She cleared her throat and opened her eyes, "When do I get to hold you down?" she asked playfully.

  "Oh, no. That's just not how it works with me sweety." I reached down and grabbed her other nipple in my fingers and slowly pinched and twisted. "Besides, I can't imagine you could have any more fun than you're having right now." Letting go with my fingers I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth, biting lightly. Erin gasped as I rolled over it with my tongue and pulled lightly with my teeth, then switched to the other nipple and did the same. With a last nibble I let go and moved back up to kiss her. Putting my free hand behind her head and lifting her lips to mine I pushed my tongue into her mouth, once again exploring her tongue.

  I let go of her hands and broke off the kiss once more. "Ready?" I asked her.

  "Ready for what?"

  Grinning mischievously, I trailed my fingers down her body, to her already spread thighs. Running my middle finger over her clit for a moment, I moved down even farther and once again slowly pushed my finger inside of her. If she was wet before, now she was soaking. Still smiling, I started to slide off the couch onto my knees. As I knelt between Erins spread thighs I could smell her musky wetness. Smiling up at her, I twisted my finger around then hooked it upwards and slowly started to rub her g-spot back and forth. I moved my mouth closer and using my free hand spread her wide. I rubbed her g-spot more quickly as my lips closed around her clit, making her entire body jump as though shocked.

  Alternating between sucking, licking, and lightly nibbling on her clit I slowly worked up the pace of my finger inside of her, moving it fast and firmly. Erins back arched as she grabbed the arm and back of the couch for support, digging her nails deep into the fabric. Her groans were the only sound in the room, punctuated occasionally by a sharp gasp or sigh. I took my time, slowly building her up, then letting back down a little bit, and then back up even higher. In short order I had her on the verge of climax and was holding her there, making her whimper and beg me to let her cum.

  Lifting my mouth away, I asked her, "And if I let you cum? Then what?"

  I increased the speed of my finger inside of her even further, making her answer jumbled and erratic, "Oh, please let me cum? moan I promise I'll be good and I won't be any trouble at all. Oh. gasp I'll do everything you tell me to and... oh GOD! Please let me cum? Please?"

  I pressed her, "You promise you'll mind your manners and be a proper young lady when you live in this house?"

  Her answer came out as a low moan, "Ohhhh yessssss."

  Smiling, I bent my head back down and took her clit into my mouth again, nibbling and running my tongue around it in circles as my finger worked deep inside of her. The effect was almost immediate, her entire body went rigid with her back arched as far as it would go, her mouth open wide but silent. As she climaxed I lightly bit down on her clit and hummed a note, making my teeth vibrate as they held onto the sensitive nub. Her entire body, already rigid, flexed impossibly until she finally collapsed down onto the couch with an explosive huff of air.

  Slowly withdrawing my finger and letting go with my teeth, I raised myself back up on top of her. She just laid there for a moment, her entire body limp, breathing hard, as sweat trickled down the succulent curves of her body. I traced a bead of sweat around her breast, letting my fingertip trail across her sensitive skin, raising goosebumps and making her open her eyes to look at me.

  Still looking dazed, she asked me, "Has anyone ever told you that you're evil?"

  Trying to look hurt I replied, "I have no idea what you mean."

  "Oh yes you do," she insisted, "You know exactly what I mean and why. You manipulated me you evil man."

  "Me?" I said, still trying to look hurt, "Never! All I did was dole out a well earned punishment. I'm not responsible for how you react to something like that. I have to tell you though, you aren't the only woman on the planet that wants a good hard fuck after a proper spanking. In fact, you're probably in the majority on that one."

  Sighing, she laid back and put her arm across her eyes, "I probably wouldn't have believed you an hour ago, but its hard to deny it now."

  I let her lay there for a moment, then cleared my throat, "Now, about my job offer..."

  I watched as she pursed her lips in thought, then she peeked out from under her arm at me, "What kind of job is it?"

  "Well, you live here and go to the gym everyday. Gym visits are mandatory. It's a voyeur house, so people watch the video feed off of our website. They get to see everything. When you break the rules you get spanked, but sometimes you might just be spanked because we need to film a spanking to put on the website. You get paid extremely well but the biggest rule is you can't be jealous of the other girls. I don't play favoritism, and I have to spank you all. Most of the other rules of the house are simple common courtesy things, so you don't need to worry about those. That's about it I think. So what do you say?"

  She once again disappeared behind her arm and pursed her lips in thought, but only for a few moments. Popping out from behind her arm, she grinned and asked, "Where's my room?"

  Thanks for reading and remember to leave feedback so I can make the story better. -DominDrew

  Chapter 6: Can’t Stop Thinking About Angela

  Erin and I were sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch and recovering from all of our physical exertion earlier that morning. By that of course I mean moving all of her stuff into her new room from her now derelict sub-compact car. As we finished the light meal I heard the faint sound of the rest of my girls pulling up in the driveway.

  I glanced up at Erin, "Big moment coming up here."

  Erin had a spacey expression on her face that was startled away when I spoke to her. "Huh?" she asked.

  "And I thought you were the one that scrambled my brains, but obviously it works the other way around too."

  Erin immediately responded by throwing the rest of her sandwich at my head, which I narrowly dodged avoiding getting mustard on my blue shirt. "Humph, you scramble my brains? Not likely dweeb."

  I put on a face of m
ock injury. "Dweeb? Oh no! My feelings!" Glancing behind me I spotted the wayward sandwich where it had thudded to the ground. "Seriously though, you're going to pick that up now."

  "Oh yeah?" She asked, puffing up, "Or what?"

  That confused me for a second. "Um... or I'll blister your backside?"

  Erin looked like I had taken the wind out of her sails, slumping down with a quiet little, "Oh yeah..." then expertly diverted the conversation before I could make good on my threat or make her clean up her mess, "Wait, what was it you said when I wasn't paying attention?"

  "I said its a big moment. The rest of my girls are back, and you get to meet them. Excited? Nervous? Embarrassed?"